Queen Of Ice

Roses are red daisies are yellow but the flowers are dead like, The massacre that has happened in her spirit her heart has frozen over, its an ice age she has lost her heart now shes out looking for hearts to steal to fill in the space where her heart used to be but no heart seems to fit sitting there slowly killing her self she inhale the nicotine of that cigarette hoping that soon the cigarette kills her before the empty sour loneliness does Tragically love was the death of her now she has no emotions nothing bothers her or makes her smile she has lost her ability to feel now .... She's as good as dead -SAMANTHA QUINONES